King of Me by Mimi Jean Pamfiloff Read Free Book Online Page A

dreamed about bathing with him in it a million times—our bodies wet and steaming as I rode his muscled frame and devoured his sensual lips with my mouth.
    King lifted one dark, silky brow. “My, my, Miss Turner. You do have quite the dirty mind. I hope to sample the fruits of its labor before my time is up. Perhaps tonight?”
    I shook my head, feeling ashamed. My imagination was out of control. “No.”
    “Such a shame, as I think we both might enjoy it.” King shrugged and began walking toward the house, dissolving into thin air right before my eyes. “I hope you like the dress, Mia.”
    “I didn’t agree to go with you.”
    “Do not be late,” his disembodied voice called out. “It displeases me.”
    Pompous jerk. I hung my head and covered my face before blowing out a slow breath. I tried not to be excited about tonight, but I was. I tried not to hate myself for it, but I did.
    But what about the thing Mack said?
    Focus on something else. I needed to keep that to myself. If something really was wrong with King, it changed nothing. Not the fundamentals, anyway. Eyes on the prize, Mia. And his believing my ignorance over the matter would be my only defense should anything go wrong. Think of something else, think of something else , I chanted inside my head.
    It wasn’t hard to move my thoughts back to images of King’s naked, rock-hard body, and to the unsettling mystery of what he planned for tonight.
     

CHAPTER FIVE
    When I returned to the house after a few hours of deep contemplation interrupted by quiet fits of panic, I finally had my game plan figured out for the evening. The old Mia would have hummed and hawed, but King was right. Today I’d learned that this Mia wasn’t simply colder and perhaps crazier, but she was stronger, too. This Mia could face her fears and do what had to be done. Which was exactly why I wouldn’t allow my worries to get in the way of my goal: saving Justin, and, therefore, saving my parents’ hearts. Everything else was noise.
    So, if bringing Justin back required me to share an intimate dinner with King and force myself to feel something for the man, then that’s what I would do. I would push myself to see him, really truly see him for who he was, without judgment or fear. Besides, I’d already met his bad side. Maybe if I did this, I’d get to see more of his soft underbelly.
    I wearily climbed the stairs towards King’s room, but found Stefanos Spiros, the head of the Spiros family and of King’s mysterious Greek mafia, blocking my way. Stefanos was also the chief of police, which is why he wore an intimidating uniform.
    “You are to go to your personal chamber to prepare for tonight,” he said with a thick Greek accent. “To the left and at the end of the corridor.”
    I had stayed in King’s suite during my handful of nights at the estate, upon King’s request.
    “Why the change?” Not that I minded, but King never did anything without a reason.
    Stefanos shrugged. “Don’t know. Don’t care. When our king asks me to do something, I do it.”
    “And when I’m your queen, what then?” I asked just to torment him. “Will you follow me blindly, too?”
    “No. You are not my king,” he replied.
    “And I’m a Seer of Light.” The Spiros were not super-fans of my heritage—being related to Hagne—despite the fact she’d died over three thousand years ago. The strange part was that the Seer “gift” was passed on through bloodlines, but not everyone had it. How did I know? There were quite a few women in my family—cousins and aunts, yet I was the last living Seer. The end of the line.
    “Yes.” He narrowed his dark eyes, eyes that matched his thick brown hair.
    “You do realize how ridiculous it is to hold a grudge that long.”
    “We have our reasons,” he replied.
    “Such as?”
    He gestured toward the corridor to the left, meaning he wasn’t going to answer. “Ypirétria awaits to assist you.”
    I sighed. “In what?”
    “Dressing